𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎; @leonardoisms - Tumblr Blog

| ▊▏ i'm still on that trapeze i'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me

ballister drove another nail into place before leaning back to inspect his work. the wooden boards weren't perfect, but they were sturdy enough to hold, which was what mattered. hiis sleeves had long since been rolled past his elbows as sawdust clung to his shirt and work gloves while he moved down the line of damaged fencing. no one had asked him to fix it and truthfully, he wasn't even sure who owned the property anymore. but he'd passed by it enough times during his morning runs and after the storm, the broken section had started to bother him. so here he was with his hammer tucked through his belt, measuring tape hanging from a pocket, and a growing pile of replaced boards at his feet. ballister reached for another plank and paused, squinting down the length of the fence.

“..that looks straight..” he tilted his head to double check “...mostly straight." he gave a small nod to himself before setting the board into place and reaching for his hammer once more.

leonardoisms

a morning jog was non-negotiable for leo. his training was a ritual he never got lazy with. discipline was the key to success. it's what his father had instilled into him and his brothers. it's what leo passed on to others he took under his wing. his solo training was the only time leo felt he had a moment to himself. the worries of elias could melt away for a second. there was no pressure to have it all figured out or be perfect. it was simply leo in his body, the greatest tool and weapon he had been gifted. the bright, warm summer sun kissed his tanned skin. his turtle side was more than happy to be basking in warmer weather again. he felt alive, dare he say rejuvenated even. leo wasn't one to make conversation when he was in the zone, but his curiosity did get the better of him. the sight of someone working on a random fence was odd. granted, leo had come from a world where fences weren't really a thing. at least not the white picket ones everyone dreamed of.

"looks a little crooked to me." leo replied, although he wasn't sure if the guy was asking for an answer. "if you like finagle it to the left a little i think it might be straight." leo wasn't exactly the best person to give straight answers either, but here he was.

#* . 　 ✦ . ˚ threads ˗ˏˋ second place huh what’s that feel like? because i only get first ˎˊ˗#[ ⠀ character thread. ⠀ ] ⠀ : ⠀ballister boldheart⠀ 𖥻 ⠀ . . . ⠀ ◗

shadowjinu

he had to admit that he'd only approached the other because of their last conversation. if you could even call it a conversation. jinu didn't care really either way. he was going to do his best to ignore whatever the other said. honestly, he probably wasn't even going to avoid a fight. he really just wanted to annoy the other man for fun.

"aw. that's sweet. i'm glad you think about me." it wasn't what the other said at all, but jinu didn't care about anything. these days he didn't even care about himself. "oh, i have plenty of people to pester, but you're more fun to pester than anyone else." jinu grinned. cheeky if nothing else. "oh, please, we should totally get matching tattoos."

leonardoisms

leo swore there was a hidden camera somewhere. he was waiting for mark beaks to pop out of the bushes and yell he had gotten him for some ridiculous internet prank show. it was the only reason leo could believe he was being subjected to jinu once again. after their last encounter he hopped the message of annoyance was loud and clear. normally, leo was level-headed. a serious case of resting bitch face but a lot more pleasant than his twin. jinu pushed those limits.

"where did i imply that?" leo asked, gesturing to the space around them. on top of being annoying, he was also delusional. "damn, how unfortunate for me. i think you should find a new favorite. i'm actually already claimed as favorite person to pester by others. i can't take anymore clients." he tsked with a shrug, pretending to be oh so disappointed. "so you do have a death wish. great. matching tattoos, it is then. i hope you have your will sign, sealed and deliver, pal because you're gonna need it."

#* . 　 ✦ . ˚ threads ˗ˏˋ second place huh what’s that feel like? because i only get first ˎˊ˗#[ ⠀ character thread. ⠀ ] ⠀ : ⠀jinu saja⠀ 𖥻 ⠀ . . . ⠀ ◗

mandyfellwyn

somehow, after the winter storm took whatever semblance of normalcy mandy had been holding on to, she was finally starting to feel at home in her own skin again. it was taking a strange amount of time and effort to get there, frustratingly so, but her place in this city - and furthermore her place in this club - were being solidified. her sense of belonging here was stronger than it had ever been back in endsville.

of course, that didn't stop the rowdiest of regulars from reminding her that most in here didn't take her seriously. while she could definitely hold her own in a verbal spat and while no one expected her to do anything but pour a fucking beer, her tiny frame and shock of blonde hair gave some of these men a level of confidence that didn't make sense. she smirked at leo's offering anyway. " i'll let you know if i need a security guard," she droned, tone stuck in its typical monotone cadence. hands, refusing to stay idle, reached for empty glasses, for napkins, for rags. "been busy enough to not think about anything else," she agreed. "halle-fucking-lujah."

it was slowing down now, though, which was why she was looking for something to do. in lieu of drinks, she poured a couple glasses of ice water and handed one over. "i hope you at least got something interesting to tell me. hate when this shit gets busy and boring."

leonardoisms

leo knew that he was insane for willingly putting himself in enemy territory. he had been reminded of such by donnie constantly. the twin were both worrywarts in their own way. donnie's often manifested in new gadgets for protection. leo assured he was fine. and for the most part that was true. he could handle his own against the toughest here. he was hopper's champion after all. a title that had been earned fair and square. no power ups or strings were being pulled behind the scenes. it was all leo's skill that got him by. he had to remind himself that this was all in the name of helping elias. but how far could leo continue to put his body on the line for this cause before it finally gave out?

there were small perks to being in the locust fight club daily. the workers, minus the grasshoppers, were great. leo had come to know them all. most tried to get in his good graces, hoping he'd be a hopper ticket, others kept him humble - like mandy. which leo appreciated. his ego did need a good grounding every now and then. "noted," he hummed while taking a sip of his drink. protecting was an integral part of leo's being. it's what he was raised to do. however, he could recognize when people didn't want or need his help. "damn, that bad huh? if you need a distraction you could've called."

"yeah, so, funny thing. when you stop sleeping with the boss you stop getting access to the juicy secrets of this bugfest." his fingers tapped against the bar, playfully. "however, i dead hear the big guy threaten molt again. guess he thought he could put his hands on the merchandise too."

#* . 　 ✦ . ˚ threads ˗ˏˋ second place huh what’s that feel like? because i only get first ˎˊ˗#[ ⠀ character thread. ⠀ ] ⠀ : ⠀mandy fellwyn⠀ 𖥻 ⠀ . . . ⠀ ◗

ericseara

eric felt the second leo grabbed onto him. not just physically, but everywhere. in the way his fingers trembled against his arm, in the way his breathing stuttered unevenly between them, in the way the walls leo always kept so painfully high were finally starting to crack apart again. and god, eric would've sat there forever if it meant leo would keep letting him in.

his hands moved instinctively, one coming to rest against leo's wrist while the other settled carefully at his waist, grounding him there against the open air around them. eric had spent so long watching leo carry the weight of entire worlds on his shoulders like it was some sort of punishment he owed everyone. like if he stopped holding everything together for even a second, the entire universe would collapse around him. and maybe everyone else believed leo was unshakable, but eric had always seen through it. he saw the exhaustion hidden behind every plan, every forced smile, every sharp word spoken out of fear instead of anger.

then leo kissed him.

the force of it nearly stole the breath from his lungs. eric kissed him back immediately, desperately, like he'd been starving for this exact moment. his fingers tightened at leo's side as if he was afraid letting go would wake him from some cruel dream. he didn't care about the danger beneath them either. the world could've split open and he still would've stayed right there kissing him.

when leo finally pulled back, eric kept his forehead pressed against his for a moment, eyes shut tightly as he tried to steady his own breathing. hearing leo apologize hurt in a way he couldn't explain. not because he didn't deserve to say it, but because eric knew how hard it was for him. every word sounded ripped painfully from somewhere deep inside him.

"hey," he whispered softly, cupping leo's face before he could spiral any further into his guilt. his thumbs brushed beneath his eyes, catching tears as they fell. "look at me."

he waited until leo did.

"you do not have to carry everything alone." his voice cracked slightly around the words. eric swallowed hard, shaking his head faintly. his arms wrapped tighter around him then, holding leo against his chest like he was something precious. because he was. he always would be. and god, hearing him say he didn't want to go back? that he wanted something better? eric felt his chest ache so hard it almost hurt.

"good," he breathed out shakily, a small watery laugh escaping him. " i don't wanna go back either." he pressed a lingering kiss against leo's temple before resting his cheek against the top of his head.

his fingers gently threaded through leo's hair as the last of the shaking finally started to ease between them. "so we'll do it differently this time. no more pretending we're fine when we're not. no more trying to win against each other." he pulled back just enough to look at him again, his expression soft despite the tears still gathered in his eyes. "it's you and me, okay? same side. always."

leonardoisms

headcanon ending: after spilling his guts and listening to eric, leo agrees on doing something different and giving their relationship another try. he signals to donnie and jasper below that they've made up so they can get the ride to start moving again. once they're on solid ground, leo's kissing eric like his life depends on it because he missed his silly prince very much.

END.

#* . 　 ✦ . ˚ threads ˗ˏˋ second place huh what’s that feel like? because i only get first ˎˊ˗#[ ⠀ character thread. ⠀ ] ⠀ : ⠀eric seara⠀ 𖥻 ⠀ . . . ⠀ ◗

SCUSE ME, SIR, QUESTION: Which of the Bueno Nacho sauce packets are you and why?

"Hot Diablo Sauce, obviously, because I'm the hot, spicy, and will melt through objects if I'm not handled carefully."

#answered

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

Leo shifted uncomfortably in his spot. There were so many memories that made up who he was that he had tried to forget. Either that or his brain tried to protect him from the trauma of everything he had endured as a young child. "I don't remember much from my childhood. What I remember clearly was after my dad rescued us from Shredder's lab. I was ... like seven maybe when that happened? The only things I remember from before ... I remember the cages. I remember the bright green goo on the tables and Donnie holding my hand whenever I felt scared." He shook his head. "That's not the question. Uh, I remember the first time my brothers and I wanted to leave the sewer. We were still young; I think it had only been a year or two since we made a home there. We hadn't mastered the art of shifting into humans, so we were stuck as turtles for a while. We knew that there was a world outside. We could see people walking in front of the openings. We heard kids laughing and playing. Of course, we wanted to be part of it. We attempted to escape at night, and our dad stopped us. He told us ... that the world was not a safe place for mutants. That ... they wouldn't understand us. So that's why we had to stay in the sewers, where we were safe. I think he was mostly scared of something happening to us again after everything he saw us endure. To an extent, I don't think he was wrong. I still hide my mutant side because that's how I roam in the dark when I'm doing my ninja 'duties.' Secret identities come with the lifestyle, but there's also a part of me that still fears rejection. I didn't ask to be created, picked apart, and put back together. That being said, I'm proud to be who I am, but I know that a giant mutant turtle isn't the most palatable thing for people, so I still hide. I keep most at an arm's length for my own protection. The only people who know that side of me are my family, April, and Eric."

#i'm just making myself cry again #it's fine #answered #childhood trauma tw #experimentation tw

wells-hannah

NEW GIRL ( 2011 - 2018 ) ↳ season 1 episode 1

sharpestbow

@leonardoisms

#STOP #i fear he would say something like this to her #with love <3 #* . 　 ✦ . ˚ musings ˗ˏˋ does this place have smoke detectors because you’re on fire big daddy! ˎˊ˗#* . 　 ✦ . ˚ ft kate b. ˗ˏˋ you should know I'll be there for you ˎˊ˗

🕰 if you could go back in time and do something differently , would you and if so , what ?

"If I could go back in time to change something ... It would have to be the fight that caused our dad to be kidnapped by Shredder. I know that moment was the jumping-off point that led my brothers and me to Elias, but if I could've spared my dad, I would. He protected us our entire lives, and that was the first time I ever felt like I failed him. I would ... I should have talked to Raph about the leadership change and not been so hard on him. It wasn't an easy transition. I didn't exactly make it easier. I mean, it's all said and done now. We're good, but I still think about it."

#answered

from this one

♩ for a song that reminds me of your muse

♭ for a song that reminds me of our muses' relationship

𝄢 for a song my muse would play for your muse

♩'now' by paramore & 'middle' jimmy eats the world

♭ 'you are enough' by sleeping at last. he reminds agnes of this often in the softer moments. when they're being menaces out and about 'sticky' by tyler the creator.

𝄢 'spite' by omar apollo because it's not on his training montage playlist he plays all the time when he trains agnes (that's strictly 80s rock)

#answered

in moments where you need to ground yourself, what do you reach for?

"I think if I reach for anything, it would be Donnie. We went through some pretty ... traumatic events in our childhood. When I had nothing, I had him. So, in moments where I need to feel grounded, I reach for his hand. If he's not around, mediation always helps me feel more connected and grounded."

#answered

neon leon's on it

#waltmeme

fleurdubayou-deactivated2026052

open starter for everyone location: aurora plaza

“I had a feelin’ you could use some comfort food today, so I made your favorite.” Tiana slid the pan between them with a small smile. “And yes, before you fuss about it, I swapped the walnuts out. Used smoky praline pecans this time.”

“Little fresh thyme on top, too,” she said proudly. “It’ll taste real good with the peas, gravy, and roast from yesterday.”

leonardoisms

"Is my distress that noticeable?" Leo asked, he attempted his usual jovial flair, but he knew it fell flat as of late. He hated when he was transparent. Leo was about to fuss, but promptly shut his mouth. Instead, he gave a gracious smile. "I wasn't going to fuss about walnuts. I was going to say you didn't have to do this ... but I am a sucker for your smokey praline pecans."

"You're a culinary genius as per usual, Tiana. You have to let me get you something now. A coffee doesn't hold a flame to what you can create, but I'll happily get you one on me."

#* . 　 ✦ . ˚ threads ˗ˏˋ second place huh what’s that feel like? because i only get first ˎˊ˗#[ ⠀ character thread. ⠀ ] ⠀ : ⠀tiana vidrine⠀ 𖥻 ⠀ . . . ⠀ ◗

sharpestbow

Location: Rooftop Somewhere Status: CLOSED ( @leonardoisms ) Song: I'm Scared I'll Never Sleep Again - 5SOS

The rooftop was quieter than the city deserved to be at this hour.

Wind moved through the space in slow, unhurried waves, tugging at loose fabric and carrying distant traffic noise up in softened fragments. Above them, the skyline stretched out in scattered gold and red; windows lit like scattered thoughts neither of them had managed to organize yet.

Kate sat on the edge of the rooftop ledge with her knees pulled up, arms resting loosely around them, like she was trying to decide whether gravity was a suggestion or a challenge.

“This is officially,” She began, squinting out over the city, “a ‘why does my brain hate me specifically at night’ kind of setting.”

She let the moment naturally settle around them.

Kate tilted her head slightly toward Leo without fully looking at him.

“I feel like my thoughts are doing that thing where they all show up at once, uninvited,” It was added, lowly. “Like a group chat I never agreed to join, and now they’re all typing at the same time.”

The wind picked up slightly, ruffling her hair across her face before she pushed it back absently.

Below them, the city kept moving like nothing in it ever paused long enough to ask questions.

Kate let out a slow breath, then leaned back on her hands, gaze drifting upward to the sky.

“Okay,” She chirped after a moment, quieter now but still carrying that familiar edge of humor, “serious question.”

She glanced toward him this time.

“Are we doing the responsible thing and pretending sleep is a normal option right now…”

Another quiet moment lingered in the air as she geared up to finish off the question.

“…or are we accepting that neither of our brains are shutting up and just staying up here until the world feels a little less loud is more plausible?”

leonardoisms

Rooftops had become a sacred place for Leo. When night fell over the bustling city of New York, it was where he and his brothers would finally be free. The wind against their shells and stars painted across the night, illuminating their way as they escaped the sewers below. It felt like destiny up there with his brothers. Their beginnings had been stained with tragedy, but their reward was this unbreakable lifetime bond.

It was also a place where Leo found himself the most vulnerable. Even before he was given the title of leader, Leo would stuff down his problems until he couldn't see them anymore. It was easier to go through life as the designated comic relief. Now that there was so much more for him to shoulder, it was easier being something solid when life was full of uncertainty. But the night knew his secrets. So many times, he spent up here with Donnie, confiding in each other about their woes, their dreams, and their hopes for the future.

Never in his wildest dreams did Leo imagine life would lead him here. In his youth, he had longed for companionship from the outside. Yearning for peer acceptance was normal for a teenager, something Leo knew was hard when he wasn't exactly human. He would watch kids his own age from the sewer openings' hangout, and he hoped that one day he could find something like that. April had been that blessing, but over time, his circle grew. With how dangerous the city had become, it was now a driving force for Leo to keep pushing. It wasn't just the lives of the innocent that needed protecting but the people he had come to love.

Kate had snuck her way into his heart the same way Agnes had. The slider had tucked them under his wing and provided guidance when he could. Late-night talks were a common occurrence between the two. Insomnia was an old friend of Leo's. His human DNA often clashed with his turtle DNA. One of those battlegrounds was his circadian rhythm. The internal time clock of a red ear slider was different than that of a human, so restless nights were his norm. "Didn't you know nighttime is prime time for spiraling thoughts?" Leo joked with a soft laugh.

A thought hum left him, acknowledging Kate's words. "You didn't remember to put your anxiety on do not disturb?" His eyes never left the skyline, but even at night, his gentle smile could be seen. "Yeah, that's the perfect way to explain it. And you don't want to leave the chat because it'll seem rude even though you didn't ask to be there."

A comfortable silence fell over them. Leo was used to a city that never sleeps, but when he peered down at Elias, for the first time in a very long time, it was peaceful. The threat of Gods and magical wars was silenced. "I think you and I both know that you don't pick the responsible option." He teased, getting close enough to nudge her shoulder. "And I never pick the normal one, so I guess we're accepting neither of our brains are shutting off." He patted the space between them, encouraging Kate to move closer. "C'mon. Tell me what's on your mind."

#* . 　 ✦ . ˚ threads ˗ˏˋ second place huh what’s that feel like? because i only get first ˎˊ˗#[ ⠀ character thread. ⠀ ] ⠀ : ⠀kate bishop⠀ 𖥻 ⠀ . . . ⠀ ◗

nanazoeynana

option A

Zoey had been debating for weeks now whether she actually wanted a tattoo or not. Every time she thought she had settled on an idea, another possibility crept into her mind and tangled everything up again. A puzzle piece crossed her thoughts more than once, something tied to her autism, though she knew people had complicated feelings about the symbol. Then there were music notes, simple and elegant, something that represented the songs she loved so deeply and the way music had always managed to reach her even when words failed. She had even considered incorporating her hearing aid somehow, turning something she once felt insecure about into art she could wear proudly on her skin.

But standing inside the studio now, surrounded by the buzz of tattoo guns and the sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with ink, she found herself hesitating all over again.

Maybe it was because tattoos felt permanent in a way she wasn’t ready for yet. Maybe it was because every design seemed to carry too much meaning, as though choosing wrong would somehow say something terrible about who she was.

Her thoughts drifted back to Jinu despite herself. Their meeting still lingered in the back of her mind like the echo of a song she couldn’t stop replaying. Knowing he was here, alive, real, and breathing in the same world as her again had eased something deep inside her chest she hadn’t realized was hurting so badly. Things were still complicated, still messy, but the weight she had been carrying alone for so long no longer felt quite as crushing.

A laugh escaped her when the person beside her made another teasing remark about her obvious indecision. Zoey rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly before shaking her head.

“Yeah, okay, no tattoo for me today,” she admitted with a grin.

Instead, her attention shifted toward the jewelry case nearby, eyes catching on the curved barbell meant for a Medusa piercing. Her smile widened immediately.

“That though? That I can do.”

There was something fitting about it. Medusa was powerful, feared, impossible to ignore. But beneath all the stories and monstrous imagery was still someone tragic, someone transformed by pain and circumstance into something the world misunderstood. Zoey could relate to that more than she wanted to admit.

“Besides,” she added with a soft laugh, touching her upper lip thoughtfully, “Medusa was kind of kickass.”

leonardoisms

Leo looked down at the tattoo flashes the parlor was offering today for a moment longer. If he was going to get anything on him, it was going to be something with his brothers. The bond that they had was deeper than any tattoo and more permanent than the ink that would stain their skin. Their bond transcended lifetimes. Leo would choose his brothers in every life. He'd walk this earth with them until the universe ceased to exist.

The flashes didn't ... exactly convey that sort of devotion. His joke seemed to fall flat, so he set it down. "Fair enough," he replied.

"Yeah, I don't think piercings are part of the special today for the event, but hey, if you want one, go for it," Leo told her with a shrug. He had only one of his ears pierced, his left one, which usually had a small hoop in it. Sometimes he'd switch it out for a sword earring if he was really feeling himself. He followed Zoey to see what she was looking at. "Medusa is totally kickass. Her piercing, however, no disrespect to her, seems uncomfortable. All I can think about is it grating over my teeth." He shivered at the thought, looking at other piercings. "Why not go for a simple lip one first?"

#* . 　 ✦ . ˚ threads ˗ˏˋ second place huh what’s that feel like? because i only get first ˎˊ˗#[ ⠀ character thread. ⠀ ] ⠀ : ⠀zoey yoo⠀ 𖥻 ⠀ . . . ⠀ ◗

shadowjinu

although jinu didn't have tattoos, his demon markings sort of counted. most people couldn't see them all the time, though he did his best to hide where they would show in case someone mentioned it. he'd never considered getting a tattoo either, something he knew would be... interesting to say the least for someone like this. however, he did like looking at all the art work. jinu would never get a tattoo that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to look.

he narrowed his eyes. it was that person that tried to fight him for no reason when he was clearly going through something. jinu bit his lip to keep him from saying something mean. "i think you're more of an eyeball on your forehead kind of person, since you see things that don't exist all the time."

leonardoisms

The moment Leo heard that voice, an immediate eye roll followed. If his eyes could roll into the back of his head, he was sure they would be falling out of his eye sockets and rolling on the floor. The universe had a sense of humor. He knew that all too well. What he didn't expect was to run into this guy again. In fact, Leo would have gone out of his way to never interact with him again. Yet here he was ... talking to him. It's like he wanted to ruin the slider's mood.

"I don't need a third eye to tell me I'm looking at an annoying man." The slider didn't even try to hold back his bite. If the guy was going to make stupid comments, he was going to get 'come correct' answers. "Do you not have anyone else to pester? Please, I'm trying to decide if I want a cute tattoo and if you're not going to get one with me, then you better get to steppin' buddy."

#* . 　 ✦ . ˚ threads ˗ˏˋ second place huh what’s that feel like? because i only get first ˎˊ˗#[ ⠀ character thread. ⠀ ] ⠀ : ⠀jinu saja⠀ 𖥻 ⠀ . . . ⠀ ◗#leo's eye is twitching

donniehamctos

* // open starter for ⤫ : everyone.

The city felt different after New York. It lacked the rush of busy people with a million places to be. The impatience of the east coast was truly unique. His skateboard cracked sharply against the pavement as he dropped it down in front of him, one foot settling onto it with practiced ease. The motion was automatic at this point. Familiar muscle memory from years of skating through alleyways and rooftops trying to outrun his own thoughts. The late evening air was warm enough that he’d ditched the heavy hoodie for once, sleeves shoved up to his elbows while his goggles rested loosely around his neck. His duffel bag sat abandoned beside the bench nearby, still half unpacked from the trip and now his stuffed with gym clothes.

Jasper would absolutely complain about it later. The thought pulled the faintest smile out of him before he caught himself doing it. Donnie pushed off hard against the pavement, skateboard rolling smoothly beneath him as he glided down the stretch of sidewalk bordering the park. New York had given him too much time to think. About Jasper. About the engagement sitting heavy and warm on his finger. About Yoshi. About the encrypted files currently hidden on three separate drives involving mutagen stabilization and a project labeled For Raph.

Maybe that was why he nearly clipped someone while turning too sharply around the corner. Donnie jerked sideways at the last second, sneaker dragging hard against concrete to stop himself before collision.

“Woah, okay, either you appeared out of nowhere,” he said immediately, stepping one foot off the board as he steadied himself, “or my depth perception has finally been destroyed by sleep deprivation.” His eyes flicked upward properly then, expression easing into something dry but noticeably less guarded than it used to be. “Please say the first one. It’d be less medically concerning for me.”

leonardoisms

Leo knew that Donnie was back in town. The static nipping at the back of his neck informed him that his twin was here. He could always feel Donnie in their shared ninpo, but it was stronger now. In that moment, Leo felt whole again. He was aware that he and Donnie had a toxic codependency forged from the trauma they had endured as children, but truthfully, neither of them wanted to fix it. They were twins. Yin and Yang. Packaged together and meant to not be separated.

Which is why it had been hard for Leo not to travel back to New York with his twin. Leo's sour mood would have dampened the good news Donnie wanted to share. The last thing he wanted was for their father's attention to be on him, which was a shocking statement given that Leo had always done what he could to be in the spotlight. It was Donnie's moment, so Leo stayed behind. There was nothing he wanted more than to see his dad and brothers again. The chance would come, just not this time around.

He was heading back from yet another night at the fight club. The battles never got easier. The more he won, the harder the next opponent tried to take him down. Leo was pushing his body past its limits. It was only a matter of time before he collapsed. He could feel it in his bones yet refused to stop.

The electrical buzzing intensified once he turned the corner. A tell sign his twin was around, but he could have guessed that after nearly being knocked on his ass by Donnie. "Both, lowkey. Dad did teach us the art of surprise, but also, I wouldn't be shocked if your lack of sleep finally got the better of you." A playful grin danced on his lips. "First day back and you're trying to take out your twin? For shame, tello."

#* . 　 ✦ . ˚ threads ˗ˏˋ second place huh what’s that feel like? because i only get first ˎˊ˗#[ ⠀ character thread. ⠀ ] ⠀ : ⠀donnie hamato⠀ 𖥻 ⠀ . . . ⠀ ◗

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