BELLE ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

When in doubt, draw your way out It's time to cook

[monolynn]

⤿ [ ART MADE BY ME ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ! ]

BELLE | SHE/HER | ARTIST ✗ WRITER

Currently just doing whatever I wanna / am in the mood for.

I DO NOT DO COMMISSIONS ! ! !

I mostly post my random art and some headcannon ideas for the cutie patootie TMNT fandom (•‾⌣‾•)⁾⁾.

Here is where I post my fanfics:

Ao3: Monolynn

Wattpad: Mono_lynn

Much love!

Belle ∿ ♡

[monolynn]

Heheheh... *I say after changing our YN for the 10000th time 😲😲😲*

[monolynn]

Little comic strip of my OC's for ArtFight . . .

Extremely loyal Knight of the Kingdom x Concubine of the abusive King

-> both unaware of how bad of a person the King is... ՞߹ - ߹՞

[monolynn]

Ehehehehehh…

Look at what story I’ve been working on…

You guys don’t understand just how LONG I’ve been working on this Donnie x Reader fanfic…

It’s gonna be a good one…heheheh…heh… (expect drammmaaaa and a ton of drawings)

I wasn't gonna post this but I felt like I should let you guys know that I swear I'm working on the fic and not just saying words blindly (◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ )

-> thank you @tinyturtlecake for your kind message again ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

-> not a scene from the fanfic, just a little extra to show the cute relationship between you and D

[monolynn]

Ahhh! I found you! 😍

I read your fanfics on a03 and fell in loveeeee. They are so light-hearted and such a quick easy ready when I am bogged down. I keep coming back to it. I am addicted lol. Personally I am a more detail-oriented reader, but you changed a bit on my reading preferences haha!

Your art, it is superrrrrr cute. I want to squish the characters' faces 🤧 It makes me want to get back into art again. Your use of colors amd how the art flows is *chefs kiss*

All the glowing praises! I'm a followed now here and a03 hehehe. Many blessings and love 💛 🙌

Ahh this message honestly made my day!! ૮(ㅅ´ ˘ `)ა⋆｡°✩♡ I’m so glad you found me over here!

Hearing that my fics became a comfort read for you when you’re bogged down means a lot to me. That’s actually exactly the kind of feeling I hope people get from them, just something light and easy to slip into for a little while. The fact that you keep coming back to them is the biggest compliment I could get tbh (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

I kinda forgot about AO3 for a sec and only updated my fanfics on Wattpad, but I'll update them just for you bby (I rewrote a couple of chapters' dialogue and descriptions, but nothing too major... still really glad you loved them ! ! !).

And omg thank you for the art love too (´▽`ʃƪ)♡ “wanting to squish their faces” seriously made me swoon for you. I’m really happy it even made you feel like getting back into art again (which you def should !).

Thank you for taking the time to send such a kind message and for following along here and on AO3. It seriously means a lot. Sending you lots of love right back 💛💛💛💛

[monolynn]

I still have a long way to go and SO many glitches to fix up, but I'm so gosh darn proud of my progress so far. I really have no idea why ArtFight makes it so difficult to make a profile.

I'm an ARTIST not a CODER ! ! ! ߹𖥦߹

I'll be sharing code snippets soon for anyone who's also been struggling since I've learned SO much the past week [w/o sleep lolol].

[Though I do need to finish my own profile before I put out any free snippet codes for you all].

I realized that there really is no information to help those that are too busy to put in the time to learn CSS (because why would you) and hardly any different templates online, so hopefully I can help just a teeny tiny bit (later on teehee (ᵕ ´ ∇ ˋ ˶)).

Maybe send me some snippet/layout ideas you would love to see the codes for????

[justlookingaroundfor-fun]

Okay, I'm back, and you know what? I might be cooking something right now.

[monolynn]

YOU 'MIGHT' BE???

YOU COOKED A 5 COURSE MEALLL BARKBARKBARK

[leviathandoodles]

Bayverse raph deserves some love, even if his face gives me nightmares so why not just draw my 2 favourite things. Turtles and bikes.

[monolynn]

Absolutely DIVINE artwork by the goat ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾

[kissyoubydawn]

WOAH—

[monolynn]

I KNOWWWW ( •͈૦•͈ )

[monolynn]

[OLD DRAWINGS]

Some more doodles of YN x Raphael that never made it into the final fanfic: Instigator┆TMNT: BayRaph x FemReader

Kinda forgot they existed . . . (ᵕㆆ_ㆆ)

[angiethebangie]

˗ˏˋ ★ ART GALLERY (DV) ★ ˎˊ˗

Here's my designs for our loveable Black Bull members so far! Don't worry, as the fic goes on, and Finral meets more of them, I'll be adding theirs (eventually).

Everyone will get their chance to shine, promise!

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

VANESSA ENOTECA (Our queen)

Succubus

Member of Black Bulls (earliest)

Thread Manipulations Magic

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

FINRAL VAUDE ROULACASE (He needs a hug)

Spatial Angel

Delivers Important Messages and Letters to the Abyss

Spatial Manipulation Magic

[angiethebangie]

I like drawing, I like ducks, and I like rain. So take this. (WHAT AM I DOING HELP)

[angiethebangie]

Honestly, this was just a big excuse so I could draw Tobi’s luscious hair

Anyways, tired (and annoyed) Tobi for the win!! ☺️

[monolynn]

[monolynn]

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[monolynn]

Banners! 🌀🌀🌀

[monolynn]

[monolynn]

How Raph Would React to a Blind Y/N

BayRaph x Blind Reader

“I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m gonna protect you with every damn heartbeat I’ve got.”

People always mistake Raphael for simple — a man of impulse, rage, muscle. But there is nothing simple about the way he feels things.

And when it comes to you?

It’s even more complicated.

Because you’re blind.

And that changes everything for him in ways he never expected.

You terrify him.

Not because of your blindness — no.

But because he has never met someone who moves through the world with so much trust.

You don’t flinch when he approaches.

You don’t step back when his shadow covers you.

You don’t hesitate when he offers you his arm, even if your hand trembles just a little before finding him.

You don’t see him the way he sees himself.

You don’t see a monster.

You don’t see the bulk, the scars, the shell, the weight of everything he hates about himself.

You see Raph.

And that is the most frightening, disarming thing that has ever happened to him.

He doesn’t know how to act around you.

Raphael is used to being loud, taking up space, announcing himself with brute force.

But with you?

He becomes careful.

He becomes quiet.

He becomes . . . calm, in a way he didn’t know he was capable of.

Not because he thinks you’re fragile.

No, he respects you far too much for that.

But because he’s terrified of startling you, hurting you, doing the wrong thing.

He announces himself before coming near you:

“Yo, it’s me. I’m comin’ up on your right. Don’t freak out.”

His voice lowers without him meaning to.

His steps soften even though he weighs half a ton.

He hovers near you like a storm cloud learning to be soft rain.

He positions himself between you and every piece of furniture, every wall, every brother, every possible hazard in the lair.

He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it at first.

It’s instinct.

Like breathing.

He becomes hyperaware of you.

If you shift your weight, he notices.

If you reach a hand out to find your bearings, he’s already placing his arm beneath your fingers.

If you stand up, even slowly, he’s instantly alert:

“Where ya goin’? Ya need some help? Just tell me what ya need.”

And God help him — he tries so hard to pretend he’s calm.

But his whole body is on alert, ready to catch you, ready to protect you, ready to throw the entire lair into the Hudson River if you so much as stumble.

He resents the world for not being built for you.

He hates stairs.

He hates clutter.

He hates uneven floors.

He hates anything that could hurt you without warning.

And he fixes what he can.

Silently.

Always at night, when he thinks you won’t notice.

But you do — because the next morning the place is mysteriously safer, clearer, organized in all the ways you needed but never asked for. Though, you pretend not to know.

He watches your hands more than your face.

It’s not pity — it’s reverence.

Your hands tell him everything your eyes can’t.

How you feel your way through the lair.

How you explore the edges of his shell with soft, curious fingertips.

How you trace the outlines of his face, kneading his cheeks as though they were dough (though he 'hates' when you do this).

Every time you touch him, his breath catches.

Because you don’t react with fear.

You don’t recoil from what you 'see'.

You don’t hesitate like he expects everyone else in the world to.

Your touch is deliberate.

Gentle.

Confident in its own way.

And Raphael melts inside like he’s never melted for anyone ever before.

He thinks he doesn’t deserve you.

This is the part he’d never say out loud.

Not to Leo.

Not to Mikey.

Not even to Donnie, who already suspects everything anyway.

Raph genuinely cannot understand why you trust him.

Why you reach for him.

Why you smile in his direction when you can’t even see him.

Because in his mind, you deserve someone better.

Someone human.

Someone gentle.

Someone who doesn’t break things when they get angry.

Someone who won’t scare you with a single raised voice.

He worries — constantly — that he’s too much.

Too loud.

Too big.

Too volatile.

Too dangerous.

He’s terrified that one day you’ll realize what he is.

Or worse — that he’ll screw up in a moment of anger and you’ll hear something in his tone, some sharp edge that wasn’t meant for you, and it’ll shatter everything.

That fear keeps him awake more nights than he’ll ever admit.

But god, does he care.

Raphael doesn’t understand softness.

Not really.

Not when it comes to himself.

But with you?

He finds himself learning.

He starts narrating the world around you even when you don’t ask:

“There’s a step comin’ up. Yeah, that one’s stupid high. Who designs this stuff anyway?”

“Mikey’s walkin’ over — ignore him, he’s eatin’ cereal.”

“Donnie’s makin’ that face again. Means he’s annoyed.”

He becomes your eyes not because he pities you — but because he loves being the one you trust to guide you.

He learns how to describe sunsets, colors, expressions.

He tries — though awkwardly — to paint you pictures with words he never knew he had.

He never touches you first.

Not because he doesn’t want to — he aches to.

He wants to hold your hand, guide your steps, feel your fingers curl into his.

He wants to pull you close, rest your head on his chest, let you feel the steady beat of a heart that rarely calms for anyone.

But he doesn’t assume.

He waits.

He lets you reach for him.

Lets you decide when you want closeness.

Lets you define what trust looks like.

And when your hand finally finds his arm, or his shell, or his chest—

He feels something warm and terrifying bloom inside him.

Something that feels like hope.

Something he’s not sure he deserves.

Something he’ll guard with his life.

For the first time ever, he wants to be gentle enough for someone.

Good enough for someone.

Soft enough for someone.

And even if he never says it out loud — even if he hides it behind gruff muttering, behind awkward offers of help, behind hovering footsteps and protective actions —

There’s one truth that sits deep in his chest:

He would walk through fire before he lets you fall.

He would burn the world before he lets it hurt you.

Don't ever underestimate this deadly combo.